Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

So I unexpectedly became the middle man in a "Sex and the City" DVD ring where I was meant to simply handoff DVDs to the next person as a favor. And then one night I finished my homework and the DVDs tempted me. I remembered how a long time ago my sister and her roommate sat an impressionable young junior in high school down in their dorm room, stuck a mixed drink in his hand, and forced him to watch an entire season straight through. And he might have actually really enjoyed it. And I still do it. The pic to the left is what I might look like for the next two quarters as I'm roaming around Paris in high-fashion. Granted, the pic displays a sexy young lady, but you don't know what I do late at night. (I can see my family's faces right now). Ok, so not really, but that is what I tell my sixty-something Russian teacher when I accidentally confuse the gender of words and I don't realize my mistakes. The poor Russian teachers still ask obviously gay men what they want their wife to be like and why they don't have girlfriends. One of those gay men related to me that he wanted to tell the teacher "I want my wife to be a man." But he didn't have the courage. I wouldn't either. You never know what these old babushkas are thinking or how they would react to such a comment!

Ok, so now that I've totally rambled on about nothing, I must get back to work here at the Vcemirni Bank. Tomorrow (if I wake up that is) I'm off to see the famed Tretykov gallery with many of Russia's most famous works of art. What are Russia's most famous works of art, you ask? I haven't the slightest idea, but I'll be sure to let you know after tomorrow. Till then, paka!